Plot idea: Avatar fic,
Just a random thing in my head. This is a first part, if that. Think about it not as a trailer, but a teaser, something that tells you that there a show planned, but doesn't tell you whether the network will pick it up. (And can somebody explain to me why I get ideas for ships that are a) crazy and b) not even mine?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender. I wish I did.
It was dark as a dungeon.
How fitting, since it *was* a dungeon.
The only flickering light source sprang from the hand of a beautiful young girl clad in crimson. Her entire attention was directed at the other inhabitant of the cell: a boy, maybe a year or two older than the girl. He was hanging from the ceiling, his arms cast in iron and it was apparent that this was extremely painful. However, the boy didn't move a muscle. He simply stared at the girl, who was not encumbered in any way, with his eyes conveying defiance and pride.
The girl speaks, and her voice is full of snide and derision:
"It's been three days, and still you are silent, foolish peasant. Do you really think the Avatar and his group would risk everything to save you? Your best choice is to cooperate. We will capture your friends, with or without your help, but if *do* help us, it would be easier. For everyone. You wouldn't want your little sister to have an... accident, would you?"
The hanging figure remains silent, uttering not a single tone.
The girl snuffs out her flame, and the darkness becomes absolute.
"Well, you can think about my gracious offer. I'll return tomorrow, Sokka."
He isn't sure whether his name is a curse, a term of endearment or a lie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender. I wish I did.
It was dark as a dungeon.
How fitting, since it *was* a dungeon.
The only flickering light source sprang from the hand of a beautiful young girl clad in crimson. Her entire attention was directed at the other inhabitant of the cell: a boy, maybe a year or two older than the girl. He was hanging from the ceiling, his arms cast in iron and it was apparent that this was extremely painful. However, the boy didn't move a muscle. He simply stared at the girl, who was not encumbered in any way, with his eyes conveying defiance and pride.
The girl speaks, and her voice is full of snide and derision:
"It's been three days, and still you are silent, foolish peasant. Do you really think the Avatar and his group would risk everything to save you? Your best choice is to cooperate. We will capture your friends, with or without your help, but if *do* help us, it would be easier. For everyone. You wouldn't want your little sister to have an... accident, would you?"
The hanging figure remains silent, uttering not a single tone.
The girl snuffs out her flame, and the darkness becomes absolute.
"Well, you can think about my gracious offer. I'll return tomorrow, Sokka."
He isn't sure whether his name is a curse, a term of endearment or a lie.